Monday, September 26, 2011

What Do Monkeys , Anne Rice and Chip Coffey All have in Common?

Maybe they a like banana ice cream? I have never met anyone who doesn't like a good banana ice cream. I am sure they are out there,the banana haters, they hang with the weirdos that don't like chocolate.

I started this blog because a few someones told me I should write a book.Considering not much can keep my attention for more than 5 minutes at once, the very thought of an entire book scared the hell out of me so I though I'd start small. Then like everything else my blog up and died. Summer happened and most of my days were filled with keeping my kid, who was now free from school, entertained, fed and alive. The time I was able to stuff him in bed I was so tired I often fell into a semi comatose state in front of bad reality TV shows until bed time.

My son is EXACTLY like his father. Not only do they look a like they both have the high energy function of a monkey on crack...were as I am more of a sloth on pot. From the time they wake in the morning they never stop moving, talking, eating or pooping. I often wondered if they had one of those disorders that have a lot of letters, like ADD or ADHD or XYZ or something like that...but no..the doctor says they are normal because somehow I still have managed to housebreak the both of them. I believed my years of working at a pet store has helped with that.If I can get a chronic masturbating monkey to stop making mess of my clean store windows I can make Sam use a napkin.

The Monkey was easier to train.

So having said that , I hope everyone can understand why I have accomplished next to nothing this summer. I was on full damage control mode until September 6 when my kid became the governments problem again.

Don't get me wrong here, I love my son. It is because I love him that I do spend my days consumed by all the craziness that is Alexander....just doesn't always leave time for all the craziness that is me...and that is probably a good thing because when I am trying to amuse myself bad things can happen...like cleaning out my closet.Yes that was a traumatic event. Six bags full of garbage and one broken shop Vac latter and it was done ,but it was a horrid event that must never be spoken of again.

It has been a long tern goal of mine to write a book about some of the things I have lived through...and still do ( Trust me, my neighbors are still freaks just the status updates have slowed down due to complaints that I was spamming.) I just needed a kick in the butt. I received the encouragement I need from not other than the goddess of writing herself, Ms. Anne Rice. She is very active on facebook and often response to peoples comments and questions so I gave it a shot . I asked her some questions and we had a very informative chat via facebook. I am sure the advice she gave me was the same she gives to many hopeful writers but the fact she took time to respond and answer me personally is very cool.

Don't ever let anyone tell you facebook is a waste of time, it is all in how you use it. I have been able to have discussions with 2 of my favorite authors and several other people I admire like Chip Coffey, who I met in person 2 weeks ago and fell in love with. I could pick him up and put him in my pocket he is just that cute! Oh and lets not forget that I have connected with a whole bunch of friends who I plan on brainwashing to follow the awesomeness that is me :)

Chip Coffey and Moi!
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